: As I lay dying at the eve of my days There is a void inside me, hollowed by the years Time has made these scars, burned them in my soul Mouldered
: Now it's too late Can't you hear the calling We are no longer safe Mankind is falling Close behind until you see All is swelling in incorporeality
: When the days get shorter And winter draws near All that once was fair Withers and dies Thoughts of despair Breeding in darkness Growing from desolation
: May the wind rise, and the storm awake See the sky turn dark, clouds devour the sun No moon or starlight to guide you in the night Doomed to wander
